Alarms screamed through the lower levels, the shrill kind that sounded like the building was having a breakdown. Red lights pulsed overhead as warriors flooded the corridor in tight formation, weapons raised. Boots hit metal. Mind link commands snapped in short bursts.
Sector Five clear.
Lower east stairwell clear.
Maintain formation.
I barely heard any of it.
All I felt was Jack. Faint. Flickering. Slipping away.
Beau kept a fist locked in the back of my jacket like I might bolt. His other hand stayed free, ready to break something. Preferably Aurek.
“I can walk by myself,” I muttered, tugging.
“No. You keep running into locked doors.”
We moved with Sophie at the front, her eyes narrowed over the tablet. Tech teams sprinted ahead, tearing open wall panels and exposing tangled coi
